Still Life
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The nights drip down the walls, bringing dawn's crimson visage. Outside is tilted as my head lay against soft cotton, crows fly sideways and banners follow in their wake. Eyes, like faulty clockwork; flick back and forth. Desperation lay in the still moments, in the space between heartbeats.